Once I did the unthinkable–I got up, took my shower, & got ready for the day, destroying any chance of going back to sleep for the rest of the night.
Category: silent witness
Drama in the Delivery Room – Part I
There followed the hardest struggle I have ever had with myself. I knew what a dreadful effect it would have upon the unstable nervous system of the mother. I felt sure that the excited family waiting in the corridor would almost certainly impoverish itself in taking the child to every orthopedist in the world whose achievements might offer a ray of hope.”
The Good Fight
One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.